George Harrison - Poem by Estela Monon
I was known as the quiet one,
who never spoke a word,
but when I did speak,
I knew my voice was heard.
I was not that big but I was not that small,
but deep within,
I heard that special call.
I was the youngest one of the group.
I was seen as immature.
Even though my songs never showed that,
the time went by in a blur.
But soon things spiraled to an end,
and we went our seperate ways,
It was the beginning,
the beginning of my olden days.
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